How does the Portcullis of your blessed calendar
open one day and tell you it’s time for a change
you heard the un-oiled creak, that’s silly you say
but you know it’s true…things haven’t moved a hinge
the key is still beneath the rock
the lock is rusty now…
all from lack of use
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All the things that can be done
once the rust is oiled up and the minions
like clockwork , smooth as the drink of red wine
he consumed while he waited for the rent in the space time continuum.
that rocked the castle walls , he waited for his change…
He thinks real hard, what could it be that’s marked upon his calendar